It was a calm day on the sea with water as smooth as glass, not a wave in sight and perfectly clear skies. The dreadnought Moskva was decidedly not having a good day. It all started about four hours ago when an allied aircraft carrier appeared on radar thinking it alone the Moskva attacked it only for the missile to miss and instead hit an assault destroyer that was teleported in with two hydrofoils to boot. Tus started the slow chase of only twenty knots to escape the certain doom at the hands of the allies the carrier was actively sending out it drone squadrons to try and bomb them to davy jones locker. By the time the fourth hour passed and a lot of evasive maneuvers later the Moskva was battered and bruised. There were multiple holes in the superstructure making it look like swiss cheese and the engine had been hit leaving it only at half power. The weapons systems were intact but unusable due to the one design flaw this class of ship had was the fang launchers could only fire forward this left the dreadnought a sitting duck for the ally forces pursuing it that is exactly what happened next as the hydrofoils started to race forward. That when the crew knew it was over for once the got into range those jammers would disable the weapons and flack cannons that had been working overtime to protect the ship leaving it vulnerable to blackout missile that would not only put a massive hole in it if it hit but also leave an emp blast that would knock all systems. This would allow for the carrier and assault destroyer to finish the job.
The next minute was tense as the ship and her crew knew destruction was coming some braced for the fire death to come while others started to curse the premier and captain out of spite and finally some did the most hated thing for a sailor of the union pray to a higher power that was not the premier or the unions founder Lenin. That is when it seems that the people doing the third option were answered as a storm materialized out of nowhere but that where things started going strange electronics started to go haywire and eventually lightning of different colors could be seen as well as strange looking warships started to appear they looked futuristic versions of the slava cruiser while another looked like someone stuck two aircraft carriers side by side and put the bridge in the center. The aircraft looked nothing like any familiar design with sleek balck angular lines the captain swore must be for evading detection. The ship and er crew wasted no time loading the tubes and opening fire on the new mysterious foes luckily the missile aim was true and the carrier after a fifteen minute bombardment surprisingly the allies stopped trying to sink the Moskva and instead started to help take out the remaining vessels that were acting as the mysterious carrier's escort. One thing the humans noticed was the shots they fired burned through all the huls like they were nothing. This reminded the crews of the recently defeated Empire of the Rising Sun's shogun battleships wave force cannon. Besides the Moskva the allies assault destroyer now identified as the Grant looked batter and had at this time turned its magnetic blackwhole generator off since the shots seemed to ignore it. As fate would have it the last of the mysterious ships was destroyed by a combined effort the soviet ship and it ally pursuers.
That is when a pale woman with glowing yellow eyes and what looked to be a manta ray contraption hovering on her back appeared in front of them and said," theses ships should be perfect to test aurlane with and fulfill purifiers demands for something to cause chaos for azur lane".
Then in a second therewas a flash and everything went silent and dark as the five vessels disappeared for the last time leaving their crew stranded in the middle of the frigid north atlantic ocean.
Slowly Moskva opened her eyes ``what she thought her eyes since when does a warship have eyes to begin with and why do I feel sore and bruised?' She thought as the light of a clear blue sky assaulted her. This certainly was a new experience as she brought her hand to cover her eyes still taking in the newness of it all. Slowly she got her feat under her and stood up. She looked at her reflection in the water and what she saw shocked her. She was wearing what looked like an admiral outfit but instead of pants there was a pleated skirt that fell just above the knees. Then she saw what was her battered ship attached to her by the two side launchers and the superstructure to stern where split on either hip and sitting in front of her was her bow launchers but it was shaped like an oversized pistol aso she saw that the cover on the medium launchers was up. Slowly she picked it up and for some reason she could not fathom. That's when she found the last piece of what she assumed to be her uniform, which was an officer's hat which she quickly put on her head. The next thing she noticed was her hull on either side had some extensions on the bottom that had cut outs that glowed red like an iron curtain.
This made her say ``That weird I know i was not human a few minutes ago nor did my ship have an iron curtain installed in it now that i think about it kind of reminds me of an eel face".
"Well that fitting for you since you were ale to give us the slip so frequently these past months we been hunting you," an unfamiliar british voice said
This caused Moskva to turn around where she spotted what appeared to be a woman wearing an allied navy camo uniform but what really caught her eye was the rigging she decided to call it. That was because it was the Grant that was split in half while the single 105mm gun was in her hand and looked like a revolver and this time it was the proper size of one too. That when the blonde hair destroyer spoke again " listen I am not going to sink you right now for I believe that we have a new common enemy in those mysterious ships'.
Moskva let out a sigh clearly showing displeasure at the enemy being right and said, " forgive me premier for I will have to work with the enemy of the revolution in order to make sure the revolution can still happen".
This earned a reply from the new voices who somehow snuck up on them and said in unison, " let us join in the fun, we'll clear the skies for you". This time it was two drake skinned women with chain guns mounted over their backs on a metl rest while being attached to what appeared to be bikinis.
The thing that really got Moskva was the fact that both looked identical and behind them was the aircraft carrier with her admiral uniform pencil skirt included and striking navy blue hair. That when she noticed that her own hair was crimson red like the motherland flag she serves, after a quick shake of the head she asks if the carrier could scout ahead to see if there's anything to tell them where they are since she could not set up battlefield control via EVA and only had radio communication.
A few hours later they finally stopped what looked like a destroyed base. They start to head in that direction hoping to find any clue as to why they are here and where here is. Though things will remain tense for the moment but that will not deter them from finding answers. Unbenounced To them one of those weird ships this time a submarine is following them to keep tabs for the sirens ready to strike at any moment once a proper fleet from azur lane arrives to determine what is going on.
A/N this is my first fanfic I have written I hope you guys can bear with it and point out any errors I missed thank you for giving this chapter a shot and hope you stick around for the long haul